Wine Glass,
but only if you have issues with drinking out of the bottle.

Throw bacon
in pot and cook until crisp, remove bacon and save for later.Turn the heat up on your stove to as high as
it will go...med-high heat for those of you who are privileged enough to have a
gas stove.Right before the smoke alarm
goes off, toss in the steak, brown on all sides then lower the heat.Remember to do that last part before you
check your Facebook.If not, just refer
to the black specks as flavor crystals or change the recipe name to Blackened
Steak.

Pour 1/3 of
the bottle wine (note – Rum does not work, it must be wine) over the steak and
simmer until you can’t smell the alcohol anymore then add the beef broth and
put the lid on the pressure cooker or let cook until tender.

Once you
have started the simmer process drink what’s left of the wine and snack on the
bacon while you post on your facebook what you are cooking and your family and
friends comment how yummy that sounds.

Make the
béarnaise sauce according to the package and enjoy with your steak.Oh, my friends said I really should include a
picture with the recipe...so here it is.

Friday, March 15, 2013

“I hate to cut things short, but the sooner we get down to
business the better.I’ve made
arrangements for a transport to take us to the Atlantis which is sitting in the
Meranna Sea.”

Before Sarik could finish, Jael interrupted, “When did you
move the ship?”

“Shortly after you left for Ibis Prime.Orion felt he needed to keep an eye on me
once Aphrodite arrived, so he sent a team to assist the move closer to the
capital city.”He looked to Neria and
Aphrodite.“Ladies, if you will follow
me.I will take you to the transport.”

They walked to a smaller docking area where a transporter
ship was awaiting them.Neria’s bags
were already on board, as was Captain Ross.

Sarik raised one brow.“How did you get here so quick?”

Captain Ross cleared his throat and rolled his eyes towards
the cockpit where Tal sat.

“I thought you didn’t trust mist traveling?”Sarik laughed.

“It took a while to get used to, but it has its benefits if
you can get past the nausea and the whole cellular disintegration reassembly
thing.”

Sarik nudged the captain with his elbow.“Are you sure it has nothing to do with
quantum entanglement with a certain Jinn?”

Speechless, Captain Ross’ reddened face spoke volumes.He excused himself and joined Tal in the
cockpit.

Looping her arm in Sarik’s, Jael frowned and continued
towards the passenger area of the transport.“Why do you tease the poor Captain?I think it quaint that he has taken a liking to Tal even if she doesn’t
return his affections.”

“What kind of friend would I be, if I didn’t acknowledge his
obvious fondness?”

“Do you really want me entertain your question with an
answer?”

“No, not really.”

Over the intercom the captain’s voice boomed, “Good morning,
this is your captain.Today’s flight
should be a clear shot to the Meranna Sea area.We have favorable atmospheric conditions and low level winds upon approach.Our estimated arrival is 14:80 standard
atomic time, that’s half-past lunch for those of you who still struggle with
the local atomic conversion.”

Jael, Salima, and Aphrodite all turned and looked at Sarik.

Pursed lipped, Sarik stood and yelled toward the
cockpit.“Okay, you win.Now get us the hell out of here.”

Monday, March 11, 2013

Okay, it’s
that time of year again.And like
always, I can’t help but to complain.Of
all the stupid and totally useless things our government has come up with, Daylights Savings Time
has to be the worst.I mean how screwy
was the logic that brought us this notion that changing everyone’s natural Circadian
rhythm would help people and businesses by having more daylight in the
evening?Personally I think it has about
as much purpose in my life as an ant in my kitchen. If I used the government’s logical approach,
we should all have ants in our kitchen, they would take care of the crumbs that
get dropped on the floor and save us valuable sweeping time...

If not for
the fact that the local truancy
officer would be knocking on my door to retrieve my little cupcakes for being
one hour late every morning for the rest of the school year, I seriously think
I would go the way of Arizona and totally ignore the existence of DST.I think the whole concept should be
abolished, especially in the northern latitudes where evening light can be a
bit long in the summer—as if normal sundown at 12:30am in Nome, Alaska in June
wasn’t bad enough, we just had to make sundown 1:30am...I’m sure the locals appreciate
that.

So, this
morning I raise my coffee cup (at 3:33 am because my sleep cycle is already
screwed up from DST) to George Vernon Hudson
for inventing DST *raises pitchfork* and all of you who will struggle with DST
for the next 6 months.

About Me

As a teen C.G. Powell was selected as a member of her school's newspaper staff. After her first article the editor decided the darkroom was a more suitable place for her skills…or lack of. Since then, she has traveled everywhere—thanks to her innate curiosity about the world and the Navy. In her life time, she has learned: aviation electronics, CCNA networking, Gemology and how to get bloodstains out of the carpet (you never know when you might need that). But her latest, all-consuming, endeavor is storytelling. When asked why, her response was "I live to challenge myself; I like to be pushed outside of my comfort zone and writing is one of those things that pushes my boundaries. Besides it was the only way to share all of the crap bouncing around in my head!"
C.G. Powell lives in Virginia with her husband and children. When she is not writing, you might find her watching hot guys jog past her front window, ordering the cabana boy to fix her another drink or abusing the local authorities…but that’s just hearsay.